Classic Poem

A MAN & a younge maid tha t loued a long time
were tane in a frenzye ithe Midsom m er prime;
the maid shee lay drooping, hye;
the man he lay whopping, hey, the man he lay whopping hoe.

Thus talking & walking the came to a place
Inuironed about w i th trees & with grasse,
The maid shee, &c.

He shifted his hand wheras he had placet,
hee handled her knees instead of her wast,
The Maid, &c

He shiffted his hand till hee came to her knees,
he tickeled her, & shee opened her thyhes,
yett s[t]ill shee, &c.

He hottered & totered, & there was a line
that drew him on forward; he went on amaine;
yett still shee, &c.

He light in a hole ere he was aware!
the lane itt was streat; he had not gone farr,
but shee fell a kissing, hye!
& he lay drooping, hoe, & he lay drooping, hoe

" My Billy, my pilly! how now? " q uo th shee;
" gett vp againe, Billy, if tha t thou louest me; "
yett still he Lay, &c.
He thought Mickle shame to lye soe longe;
he gott vp againe & grew very strong;
the Mayd shee Lay, &c

The trees & the woods did wring about,
& eu ery leafe began to showte,
& there was such, &c